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our little family pt.4 | park jimin

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au

Word Count: 4.7k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.

Parts: 1 2 3 4


Reader’s POV

Readjusting your hat on your head, you rested a hand on your hip before wiping away the sweat that trickled down the side of you face. Who would’ve known that the day you had planned a field trip for the kids was the day of the record highest temperature your city had seen in the last decade.

Clearly you didn’t, because here you were with twenty sweaty, hungry and excited children all screaming and attacking you at once.

“Ms.L/N! Ms.L/N?! MS.L/N~” the children yelled, snapping you out of your trance, the heat making your head spin.

Looking down at the two children tugging at your skirt, they pointed towards the playground nearby and begged, “Can we all go play at the playground over there Ms.L/N? Please~” as they continued to put on their puppy faces, knowing well enough how irresistible they were to you.

Sighing, you nodded and immediately after, the rest of the children followed the two, running towards the playground and attacking the swings, slides and see-saws with all their might.

“Be careful! And don’t figh- Minjae-ah! Get off Eunhae!” you yelled in exasperation, picking up your bag and trudging your way to the playground ahead. Finding a spot in the shade, under a big tree, you set down your stuff on the bench beside it. 

Taking a walk around, you made sure all your kids were playing together, none of them hurting one another or themselves, at the least.

After you finished breaking up a fight over the sandbox, got a screaming kid off the monkey bars who was too afraid to let go and trying your hardest to calm down a crying child who accidentally stepped on an ant and killed it, you went to sit under a large oak tree, wanting to be away from the blinding sun.

Why are children so difficult to handle?  you helplessly thought to yourself as you momentarily laid back against the tree trunk, your eyes fluttering close.

Just then you felt something wet stain your arm.

As you peeked your eyes open, you looked up to see a crow sitting on a branch as it blinked at you, making you slowly look down to your right arm.

“You did not.” you gasped as you looked back up at the crow and down at the large pool of shit it left on your arm.

After blinking at your for a bit, almost mockingly, it flew away making you mutter a couple words you knew you shouldn’t have said with all these children around.

As you made your way to the bench where all your stuff were, you pulled out your water bottle and washed the sticky mess from your arm. Casually looking around the playground, you started to make a mental count of all your kids, when suddenly your eyes went wide.

It was as if it all happened in slow motion.

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You Made a List?

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 705

Warnings: just pure fluff

Summary: Bucky finds a list you made.

A/N: I saw this post last night and thought how cute would be if Bucky found this list you made and it made my heart all fluttery.

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Originally posted by bucha-nan

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therealhappyhomestucker  asked:

Um remember zen's first call? And how he says "bless my fingers? Mwah~" i think that could have a double meaning~ if ya catch meh drift

I remember that very well ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). He calls you on accident and thanks his fingers for it as he gets ready to put them to good use while thinking of your voice   he’s so sweet! What double meaning? 


The moment we both walked in, Harry was bombarded with people I had never met before, I hadn’t met much of Harry’s coworkers, or peers for that matter, I knew almost none of the people Harry associated with. Luckily no one acknowledged me, so I clung to his hand and took my time taking in the room, he said it would be a quick meeting, but I was kinda hoping it would be longer, wanting to stall the night. I had decided tonight would be the night, I was going to be with him for the first time, I wasn’t sure if I would ever be ready but it was beginning to put too much stress on our relationship and I trusted with Harry. All being said I was still very nervous, almost as if Harry could sense my uneasiness his other arm draped over his chest as he wrapped a protective hand over my forearm, squeezing gently. I finally felt myself exhale, not realizing I had been holding my breath, he looked down to me mouthing an “All good?” to which I nodded curtly and he resumed his conversation, leaving a few moments later with mention of a drink.

Harry found the bar with ease talking to another stranger, and ordering a rum, I was confused when he turned handing me the drink, forgetting I was underage, he was still chatting away with his friend when he was handed his own drink leading me to the table the rest of the group had already settled around.

He sat taking perched on the outside edge of the round booth leaving me pressed between him and a girl with a pretty face void of any makeup yet still unique and radiant along with an airy laugh that I was overly envious of. I didn’t say anything still holding tightly to the glass in front of me watching as the condensation gathered into small droplets than ran till they collided with my fingers slowly going numb at the cold temperature. I shivered as I felt Harry shift next to me, his arm reaching around to grip the edge of the booth behind me.

“Something wrong love?” he spoke next to my ear, his warm breath heavy with the smell of alcohol.

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Just Ask - Part 10

Originally posted by naih-reedus

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: “The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.” You think, after being alive for this long and leading an team of superheroes, Steve Rogers would’ve perfected his communication skills, but apparently, when it comes to women, he just likes to assume, and that is never a good thing.

A/N: Last part before the epilogue! I hope I don’t frustrate you guys too much HAHA. 

Part 9

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So the above photos, this tweet, and some spirited conversations in the group chat led to this ficlet. Much contribution from @sidsknee and @ehghtyseven, the best bits were their ideas. Make sure you take a look at @sidsknee‘s AO3 here


Shape of You

Geno feels like shit. The ice packs the trainers sent him back to the hotel with have gone warm. They’re going to take ages to refreeze in the tiny freezer of his mini fridge; and in the meantime, he’d like to maybe sleep, at some point. Their flight tomorrow is at ass’o’clock in the morning. He can’t wait to be back home. This entire road trip has been hellish, with tonight’s game the worst of all.

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Family Heirloom

Filling request 46 #7 and possibly request 47 #4 in a second part

Things always got interesting when your mom went away on vacation. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for her, she always seemed to be running off somewhere to do something–or someone. Ever since she’d dug up the old family amulet, your mother had been pretty eager to pass off all of the consequences for her actions onto you, her son.

The first time it happened, you had been horribly embarrassed. Especially since you’d still been in high school, and having a 3-month baby bump that grew and grew prompted a lot of taunting. You’d hated how you looked like a house under the stupid, blue graduation gown, and how the stupid baby wouldn’t settle down for the whole ceremony, rolling and kicking and causing all sorts of discomfort.

After the third time a baby had been added to your womb, a certain appreciation had developed. You enjoyed the weight of your stomach, how you had to spread your legs apart when sitting to make room for it. The fluttering of feeling the babies inside move around and compete with each other for space, and being able to run your hands over your round, swollen stomach, knowing your half-siblings were inside. The reality of it all turned you on, honestly, and you enjoyed the time when your mother was gone so that you could head to the mall and have a little fun. It was a huge imposition, granted, to be waddling around in public in so much discomfort, but it was worth it.

You thought you would’ve gotten more looks, honestly, wandering around the mall with a stomach the size of a woman who was in her 8th month of pregnancy. At first, it had been a huge burden on you. Your mother would come back from a rather scandalous vacation in the early stages of pregnancy, and she’d pass it over to you to incubate for the remaining months so that she could run off again. Of course, you never gave birth. You’d go to the mall and, using the family amulet, pass them off onto some nice-looking couple, so that they might end up with a cute bundle of joy.

Today, that was your mission. Of course, you had to have a little fun, first, It wasn’t uncommon for you to do this, and it was just amusing to look around and watch as everyone acted like this was perfectly normal. You picked a bench outside of a maternity store to camp out on, and the show began. A young woman pushing a stroller approached the store, her blouse stretched tight over a rounded, ample stomach, Smiling, you rubbed your thumb over the amulet, watching her stomach flatten out as she entered the store. At the same time, you felt your own swelling underneath your shirt, which was loose enough to accommodate the day’s plans. As your stomach expanded, your legs spread to make room for it, and you smiled to feel two extra babes rolling around in your womb, making a total of five. It felt euphoric, and you couldn’t help but run your hands over the smooth bump, which was protruding massively out from your flat chest. You were getting hard, but it wasn’t like anyone could see it, not around your stomach anyway.

You had your fair share of fun for a few hours, giving a white couple an asian baby, or an african-american couple a white baby. At the most, you’d counted seven babies in your crowded womb, and you’d barely been able to sit up straight with how heavy and large your stomach had been, When it came time to pass off the two babies you had been left with, which you weren’t even sure where your siblings at this point, you realized that it wasn’t something you had to do. For years you had dreamed of giving birth, of going through hours and hours of exhausting labor to give way to the euphoria when it was all over. Your mother was on vacation for a few more months, yet, which meant that the two babies you had could grow until they were ready to come out, and then you would bring them into the world yourself, on your own.

When you stood up to leave the mall, you held your heavy stomach as you waddled out, trying to ignore the clear arousal in your pants. You had no idea what the next few months would bring, or what to expect when you went into labor. All you knew is that you had never been more excited for the next few months of your life.

A/N: After 1x07 I typed out a quick little text post (which you can read here) and it inspired me to make it a full-fledged fic about Jughead moving in with Fred & Archie. Hopefully this will help pass a little time until the new episode. Almost 5k words of Bughead fluff. Enjoy!

just looking for something (something like home)

He moves in with the Andrews men early on a Saturday morning.

Not that he could really call it moving in considering his entire life fits into a backpack but at least he’s got a room to call his own.

The basement, to be exact.

Fred sets up a cot in the corner, near boxes of Christmas decorations (he’s pretty sure those haven’t been touched since Archie’s mom left) and old rusty tools and lawn equipment. He sets his backpack on a rickety tool bench but doesn’t move to unpack.

“Sorry it’s so cold down here,” Fred is saying as he throws a fitted flannel sheet over the cot’s mattress. “We’ll get you a space heater or something before winter comes.”

“Alright,” Jughead says although he’s not really paying attention. It’s not that he’s not grateful for Fred’s generosity, he is but he can’t help but think about his dad at home alone. Probably drunk, even though he promised to get his act together.

Just a month, maybe two.

Not a chance in hell.

Jughead is glad Archie is at football practice because there’s a question on the tip of his tongue that he’s a little embarrassed to ask.

“Just curious,” he starts but his voice shakes a little and his hands are sweating. He runs them down the front of his pants and clears his throat. “Is there a uh… um…a girl policy?”

Judging from Fred’s expression he’s just as surprised Jughead asked as he is.

“A girl policy,” Fred repeats. “Well, Archie has girls over but they usually keep the door open. And no sleepovers.”

Jughead laughs and holds up his hands. “Yeah, of course. That’s not really what I was talking about. More just…in general.”

Fred gives him a knowing smile and it makes him want to melt into the hard concrete floor under his feet.

“Betty is more than welcome in this house whenever she wants. She always has been and that won’t change just because you’re dating.”


What a foreign concept. It’s something he’s still getting used to, if he’s being honest. He’s never had a real girlfriend before and he’s not even sure he knows how to be a boyfriend.

Then again, Betty kissed him after he walked her home so he’s hoping that means he’s doing alright so far.

“Great,” he says a little too enthusiastically and he blushes a little when Fred grins. “Thanks, I mean. Betty is…”

“A great girl,” Fred finishes and Jughead nods. “You’re a lucky guy, Jug.”

He just laughs and shakes his head because that is a statement that is so unfairly untrue that if he didn’t laugh about it he’d probably cry.

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Pickle came down the stairs to come choke to death by me, so I doggy Heimlich’d her until she could breathe without gurgle-hiccuping and not-breathing and then took her to the vet to confirm she was okay. She wasn’t blue or anything when she came down, she could get tiny 1/16 breaths, but she was all foamy and distressed and stuff. Fine now, though! I dunno what she got into but despite all the drain noises she hadn’t aspirated a perceptible amount of fluid and her airway wasn’t tender so whatever it was it wasn’t sharp. And she’s fine now, because I fixed it.

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“Now, while Taemin lay shaking, covered in a layer of sweat, dirt and blood with a perfect row of teeth marks in his arm, they had no idea what to do.”

So this was actually the first fic I ever wrote but just sat there until I got inspired to finish it for Taemin’s b'day. Happy birthday Taemin! This is the zombie AU that no one asked for.

Pairings: ot5
WC: 6.5k
Rating/warning: Major character death, violence, zombies. Don’t read it kids.

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(requested by anon)

  • soulmate!au in which u feel whatever physical pain ur soulmate feels 
  • it starts at a different age for everyone but,,,,,,,,,,you haven’t felt it once in your entire life
  • like as a kid ur classmates were like !! i felt it!! in the middle of class or at recess or whatever but u were just like :-) someone kick me i wanna see if its real :-)
  • and in middle school almost everyone you knew had felt that lil kick of random pain and u were just waiting for it to happen,,,,,any second now,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,eventually,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • time went on tho and nothing happened and tbh you just kinda gave up on it ??like u stopped anticipating it and just stopped caring in general?? the one thing that was a big deal to everyone else didn’t matter at all to you,,,,,,,
  • while all your friends made guesses abt their soulmates u always just kinda sit there like :////////// Can’t Relate and u get all jealous whenever they start talking about things they felt or how they met their soulmates like Ok Jennifer We Get It You’re A Normally Functioning Human Shut The Hell Up Now Jeez
  • and all ur friends and family is like “oh it’s fine! plenty of people start late! there’s no need to worry! just be patient!” and ur just like ok,,,,,,but,,,,,what if i have some disease,,,,,,,what if i’m immune to pain and i’ll never feel it,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,what if i don’t even have a soulmAte?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh my god im broken
  • u’ve even gotten checked by doctors bc there must be SOMETHING like just give me a diagnosis idc if its fake ????????? give me meds ????? put me in a medically induced coma ?????????????????
  • but after searching for a g e s and finding nothing u just kinda threw in the metaphorical towel……like………………lmAo fUck tHIs………..
  • but i mean of course u still want to feel something yk
  • like whenever u hear someone complain abt a little sudden pain ur just like :))))))) hm :))) must be nice :))) huh :))))))))))))))) wish i was in pain :)))))))
  • across town tho the person that you’ve been resenting for not making u fEel anything is feeling everything because of u
  • in fact, he’s been suffering since he was f o u r
  • (since he started the earliest in his entire family, everyone thought he would get married like before 20 like his parents were READY, wedding planner on speed dial and an array of tux options)
  • of course, cheol can’t wait to meet u and fall madly in love with u but ,,,,,,,,sometimes he wants to strangle u,,,,,,,,,,,wherever u are,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • bc as much as you hate to admit it, you’re the clumsiest person alive and it has caused cheol to get stubbed toes and imaginary table corners in the shin for almost two decades
  • he even has a scar from the time YOU tripped down the stairs while he was handling a box cutter (which he holds a grudge against his Mystery Soulmate for)
  • initially he sorta disliked u for it like bc ????was it always gonna be like that? were u just gonna cause him pain all the time?????
  • that said though, he’d grown to not mind your clumsiness as much over the years and sometimes even thinks up ways to keep you from further hArmiNg the both of you
  • (he thinks it’s kinda cute tbh) (bc it gives him an excuse to be touchy with u) (for “safety” reasons) 
  • cheol has been anticipating the day he meets you for YEARS he literally dreams about it sometimes, wakes up all smiley 
  • he’s tried to give you hints over the years, doing the typical pinch-your-phone-number-on-ur-arm n stuff
  • but he’s never gotten a response from you :-((((((
  • (nice going)
  • and tbh he kinda starts to think ur ignoring him,,,,,,,like ok boo :-) be like that :-) fine :-) 
  • he gets a lil,,,,,,,testy with it too like one time he drank hot sauce from the bottle just to try to get u to stop ignoring him
  • like sEungcHeol thEre are oTher wAys cHill oH my gOD
  • back to u tho bc ur what rly matters here
  • so ur at work again, prob ur least favorite place tbh
  • you always dreaded work because all of ur co-workers had either 1) felt their soulmate’s pain or 2) met their soulmate
  • and they always treated u like a baby bc !! u still haven’t felt it !! how cute huh !! (No Janice It’s Not Cute Fuck Right Off)
  • it also kinda isolated you from Work Talk because ?what else r people supposed to talk about? celebrities? weekend plans? blockbuster movies? red carpet appearances? new albums? politiCs? gLobAl waRmiNg? deSTRoyinG thE paTriArcHy? disMantliNg wHIte sUpreMacy? CLEaR pANTS???????? NO! 
  • only talk about ur soulmate. workplace rules. sorry.
  • bUt here to free you from it all: 8:30 on a friday night aka the end of ur shift can i get a heck yeah (chorus: heck yeah)
  • so u clock tf out and leave the premises asap and start walking to ur bus stop
  • not after plugging in some earbuds and blasting yacht by jay park isa banger go listen some uplifting songs to get u out of ur After Work Mood
  • ur on ur way to the bus stop as usual, texting ur roommate to order some food, you’ll be home in 10
  • when u feel it
  • yES IT
  • u feel a sudden pain in ur foot, like you kicked something, but when you look down there’s…….nothing there??????? just siDewalk oMg
  • and u just kinda freeze
  • but then u start running bc bOy is ur roomie gonna wanna heAr abOUt thiS
  • the bus ride to ur neighborhood is the longest it’s ever,,,been,,,,,,,,it feels like your grandma is driving,,,,,,,,,,,,,,like ur great great great great great grandma is driving,,,,,
  • (as u ‘patiently’ sit on the crowded bus u text ur roomie “big news :-)” to which they respond “oh rly ;-))))))) get it ;;;;;-)))”)
  • u practically jump off the bus before it comes to a full stop when u feel another little pain, this time in ur shoulder
  • ppl give u looks as u pass through the crowded street bc the smile on ur face is so big that its borderline creepy
  • then all of a sudden ur on ur hands and knees, hair in ur face and heart about to fall out of your chest
  • OKOKOKOKOK let me explain
  • as ur rushing through the crowd of people, you’re bumping into people left and right (which is a lil rude ngl) but it doesn’t matter bc ur on this,,,,,,,,,,,high,,,,, this holy-shit-it-happened high
  • but then u knock shoulders with someone and go falling to the ground, ur knee bashing into the ground bc ????why tf not?????
  • and tbh it didn’t hurt that much when ur shoulder collided with whoever it was,,,,,, but then this pounding feeling of pain wipes onto ur shoulder and u know it’s That Feeling
  • before you can even turn your head to see who you ran into, he’s kneeling by your side, clutching his knee
  • and he looks at you with really concerned yet shocked eyes
  • and u can’t help but stare at him, even though you’re still on all fours
  • “are you….did you feel-”
  • “is your kn-”
  • “that was the first-”
  • “is your knee okay? i’m so sorry”
  • u don’t even realize that the boy, your sOULmATE HELLO, is helping you up and over to a bench, propping your leg up across his lap until he asks you what your name is
  • you tell him, stuttering, and he nods and tells you his name, seungcheol
  • you sit there quietly as seungcheol runs over to the convenience store a few buildings down and continue to sit quietly when he puts your leg back on his lap and disinfects your scraped up knee
  • as he’s putting the bandaid on you manage out a “so are you……”
  • “your soulmate? i guess so.”
The Efficiency of Pants

Try as I might, I will never stop writing Nesta fighting, kicking, and punching her way through an Illyrian war camp. It was just meant to be. 

Summary: Nesta finally wants to train and does she ever.

This is the fourth installment of my challenge. Follow the one shots here or on AO3, comments and suggestions are welcomed and appreciated

“Till I Collapse” by Eminem

Nesta liked to watch him train.

It wasn’t for the muscles that threatened to rip out of his chest, if he was wearing one, or the bronze gleam that made even the most celibate sweat. It wasn’t the hair that spilled from his tie, or the way his chest moved rapidly, up and down, to compete with his racing heartbeat. It wasn’t even for the smirk she saw dance its way along his face when he noticed her wandering gaze.

She wasn’t immune to male attractiveness, not when that male was 6 feet of sweat and allure, but it wasn’t the reason he had caught her attention.

Nesta watched him for the way he moved his feet. The way they moved to counter attacks, instill fear, and prove he was the greater, the faster, the stronger. The different weapons he chose to use, from his glimmering sword, polished to rival the sheen of diamonds, to bow and arrows, sharp enough to cut one.

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anonymous asked:

Giving Sirius a handjob during class? Or Remus?

  • Oh fuck Sirius would probably die on the spot. 
  • He would whine and whimper and start fidgeting. 
  • He’d probably draw stares from his classmates but no one would suspect anything because you’re innocently taking notes. 
  • But as soon as they turn back towards the front, you pick up where you left off. 
  • And he’s rutting against your hand and you’re telling him how hot he looks and he fucking loses it. 
  • And then there’s a clear stain on his pants and he has to be sure his robe is covering it because it’s pretty obvious what it is. 
  • And he just whispers how much he loves when you play dirty and his face is all flushed and he just thinks it’s the hottest thing ever!

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anonymous asked:

If requests are open umm can i request a ambw smut with jay park where it's a ddlg relationship and you are needy for him so you come to the studio naked? (If your willing to put my name in it its karruche! 😘thx)

I have the perfect song for this. You should listen to feature by Jay Park and Cha Cha. It’ll fit it well anon ;)


Sighing softly you looked up at your ceiling chewing on your bottom lip as the ceiling fan as the blades went around in countless circles circulating the air to keep you nice and cold. Naked and frustrated you lie there just trying to get your head to stop producing the images of a naked Jay. A wet dripping, naked Jay. And it wasn’t all of his fault no, not his fault for making music or lip biting and being a tease. He was simply doing his job, knowing that it would pay off in the end. And luckily enough you were the one to have him coming home to you every night. Giving you those deep stares and teasing touches on your soft pussy lips. His touches always you feeling weak and needy for more. Just thinking about it right now made you more needy for him. 

It wasn’t going to get any better from here and you wished that you could just get up and go to see him… But.. Why couldn’t you? He was your man after all and he said if you needed anything and he wasn’t home or answering his phone you were welcome to come see him. So you would try to call and then  you would go see him. Having a plan you rolled over on your stomach, grabbing your phone to dial his number. Of course you knew he would always answer your calls no matter what because he kept his phone close to him always for you. But this time when he answered you looked around for paper finding some on your desk.

“Hello? Hello? Jagi???” He questioned over the blare of the music. You ran back to your bed from the desk crumpling up the paper to make scratching noises. 

“I can’t hear you! I’m needy and my phone is breaking up! I’monmywaybye!” You said it all in a rush hanging up. You knew he was trying to talk to you, to tell you to wait for him to come home and be a good girl but you simply didn’t want to do those things. Because you were a princess and princesses didn’t get told no. Or wait in this matter. 

Standing up, you applauded yourself before you made your way towards your closet with dancing like steps. You were so thrilled in this moment because you had it all planned out. Going towards the back you grabbed at a long brown thick coat you had which had the strings to wrap around your waist and button up. Putting it on your naked body you grabbed your lace black pumps next. Smiling like a vixen you did everything you needed to do, sprayed perfume on your skin, combed your hair, did your lipstick lightly. Not putting on makeup because if and when this plan worked you would just sweat it off anyway. 

Making your way down the stairs once you were done with everything, you hauled a cab towards Jay’s studio. The driver lifting an eyebrow and watching you. You could tell he knew you were either lacking clothes or didn’t have on a bra because your nipples were poking through the fabric slightly. It was worth it. Lotion on your long brown legs you grinned to yourself looking out the window. It wasn’t long before you were paying the male your fare and hopping out the car to walk up the steps. 

You had a few missed calls from Jay and deep down inside you felt bad because he was probably worried. But soon, it would all be okay. Opening a glass door you walked on the inside towards an elevator hearing and seeing the quiet halls made your smirk widely. Eyes roaming around you combed your hair back as you got on the elevator pressing the button for his floor. As it went up to his stop you felt your stomach twist becoming a bit more nervous so you decided to give yourself a pep taught. 

“Ok Karruche you can do this. Your man is sitting up there waiting for all this chocolate you have to offer- he just doesn’t know it yet. But when he sees you like this he’s going to be like ‘damn baby’ and you’re going to be like ‘yes daddy Jay~” Frowning you turned around whining in embarrassment not looking in the reflection of the walls anymore or trying anything. The elevator stopped and you took a deep breath before you got off walking past some of the doors. You saw Gray and Ugly Duck in a room recording, only Ugly Duck saw you but the look on his face turning from serious to a smirk had you laughing. 

Walking straight to Jay’s room you opened the studio door to see him in there with Cha Cha and Simon D who were working on a beat it seemed. All three of them paused what was going on and they turned to look at you. Jay was the only one standing up and his body seemed rigid the more he stare at your figure. Your curvy brown body, or your sexy ass lips. He couldn’t think straight, and seeing those long ass legs made his dick jump in his pants. He cleared his throat and stood up a bit straighter eyeing you. 

“What are you doing here Karruche? I tried calling you back over three times.” He spoke softly but his eyes held a burning fire. 

“I told you I was on my way. I don’t think you really want me to tell you in front of your boys why.” You pursed your lips letting your eyes meet his coolly and with confidence. 

“That’s our cue to leave. Jay we can finish the rest tomorrow.” Cha Cha clapped his back before him and Simon both got up walking out of the door, but not before saying your name in unison and shutting the door. As soon as they were gone you simply stare at him before your hands worked to take off your jacket. Leaving you naked and in heels. 

Jay let his mouth open widely, a soft ‘damn’ leaving his lips as he looked over your chocolate skin. He couldn’t even be mad or question you more. Walking towards you slowly he rolled his head. His loose bagging jeans suddenly feeling tight, the white tank he had on showing his hard nipples. His hair was messy but swooped back. Eyes hungry and mind racing with what he should do to you. 

“You came here like this? You’re so risky and I honestly want to punish you right now. But I know this means you’re needy and I’m more than happy to help.” He stated picking you up by your thighs walking you back to the black swivel chair. Sitting down with you straddling him he tilted his head, leaning forward he pressed play on a button and you heard the opening of a song come on. Cocking an eyebrow you wrapped your legs around his waist. 

“You’re such a distraction. But I can’t have you dripping puddles around the house or here. And I am glad to see you. I can’t tell you how long your moans have been on my mind.” Jay started reaching a hand up to play in your hair. His free hand coming to play with your harden right nipple causing a soft groan to leave your lips. “I just made this song with Cha Cha today. It’s called feature and it made me think of you. I am going to fuck you to this song. And when I’m done with you, I guarantee it’ll be enough to last you until we get home. Because if not I will punish you for being a vixen.” He groaned leaning up to press his lips against yours in a rough and needy manner both of his hands gripping at the back of your hair. You knew what this meant, it was going to be a quick one. And rough at that.

Jay let his lips continue to press against yours in a rough manner, his lips meshing against yours before he was prying your mouth open with his sliding his tongue through your slick wet entrance swirling his tongue around yours and stating dominance. Hands moving back down to trace his fingers over your collarbones, nipples and waist he ground you down against his growing erection breaking the kiss to give you a lustful gaze while you caught your breath.

“Do you see what you do to daddy? Teasing me with this sinful chocolate body and those soft words of seduction. You knew damn well you’d get me. But it is ok because daddy wants to bury his dick nice and deep inside of your tight pussy too.” He moaned out bucking his hips up against yours teasing lightly. Your hands gripped at his hair and you shook your head practically begging at this point because you didn’t care.

“Daddy no I need you right now. God please fuck me, fuck me like a dirty girl. I just want you to fucking fill me up to the brim with your dick daddy, I want to bounce on you and make you feel good nice and hard. I’ve been so wet all day thinking about you and I can’t take much more before I’m cumming.” You tried to edge him as best as you could and it must have done some good because soon he was lifting you up, moving his hand at a fast pace to unzip his zipper. Not even bothering to take off his pants and just pulling himself off he lined himself up with your dripping entrance slamming you down on his length. 

Your head rolling back his head leaned forward to rest against your chest. He leaned down to suck on your nipples greedily to give you time to adjust to him. But some time after you giving him the okay to move, he was lifting and dropping you on his shaft making you take all of his hard inches. You helped him by circling your hips and winding yourself against him. The music looping over and over again as he bounced you, the sounds of hips slapping against hips and breathy moans filled the studio room. Your skin beaded with sweat as he continued to mark your breast and collarbones with his teeth and lips. Soon he was going to your neck biting on your sensitive spot just to drive you up the wall. 

His hands gripped at your ass, slapping the flesh to make the cheeks bounce. He started to dig his nails into your soft ass cheeks as his thrusts got rougher and harder. Your breast sliding up and down his chest with the pace of his thrusts, he growled watching you leaning over to whisper against your ear. “Yeah that’s right, moan for daddy let his boys know how good he’s fucking this wet pussy. You like it how daddy fucks you don’t you princess? All needy and screaming for me on my dick, you can’t even hold it in. And you’re so fucking wet just look at how I’m sliding in you.” His hand came up and gripping the back of your hair with his hand, he moved your head to look down at his dick entering you repeatedly. Your juices were overflowing against his base and down to his balls making him groan more. 

The sight alone had you on edge, but when he reached a hand up to rub his two fingers roughly against your clit, the pads of his digits pressing on your throbbing bud, that’s all it took to have you cumming for him. Walls wrapping around his shaft, your eyes shut as you blacked out for a moment, your cries of his name leaving your lips as you gave into your orgasm. He watched you helping you ride it out and soon he was cumming inside of you making sure that he was burying himself deep inside of you letting the cum fill you up. He sighed gently as he held you close to him, calming his thrusts down to help you both ride out your orgasms. 

He was soon stopping kissing your lips much more gently this time his eyes looked up at you with affection. He gave a soft laugh and you played in his hair letting your fingers run through his black locks. 

“So Mr. CEO did I do good on your feature?” You teased lightly letting him know you had indeed been listening to the song as he fucked you. You could see the faintest blush appear on his cheeks as he ducked but nodded his head.

“You were so perfect I think we need a remix baby.”